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Storming the privileged psyche of Thailand’s human rights commission

Its as if the man on the street cares about what the upper middle class thinks of him. He works hard, usually through the evening, night and if he’s determined to ignore those tired limbs, then to the early hours of the morning.

Street vendors are a struggling class, at best living in the many crowded communities, suffocating slums, in Bangkok. Not as if people or the rat race fucking care about the whole lot, after all they are just a bunch of low lives abandoned to the polished system.

And what of their human rights, much less their ever-growing concerns of their basic needs? In this pisspot called a mega city, the National Human Rights Commission (NHRC), headed by an absent-minded professor, Dr. Amara Pongsapich, virtually does nothing for the urban poor.

NHRC, busy rubbing shoulders with UN officials and an colourful assortment of politicians, entertaining guests both foreign and local, is indeed a foul mockery of Thailand’s civilised human rights arm.

That arm that feeds the personnel and head-nodding consultants of NHRC, is out of reach for the marginalised poor and street vendors. That arm, does nothing but scratch the backs of those believing in a fantasy called “human rights” in Thailand.